Why not call it. and so on. and so on.
high sun
head down
looks average.
stopped in the afternoon on climate and cigarettes as well.
love for the streets and bicycle wheels.
I'm in a cafe.
I found myself.
between the voices among the flowers.
expecting rain.
and instead.
I only found me.
the language of lollipops
dirty dirty life of the wind.
hands. clean.
no one can grab.
hours.
Antonio G. D'Errico - Ouden Noir Blog And White
Monday, March 21, 2011
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Testament to the creation of a world not just to raise the unjust
You try to recognize faults in others which are verifiable within.
I do not feel alone, one could say with a touch of irony. Perhaps for the sake of evil, could be said with any other intention. Or for an intimate pleasure to a perversion. But even for a failure to see, of being, feeling really feel like a man.
A man is flesh and blood and feelings, before thought and ideals. Ideals must be said on all occasions, not just when convenient. Not when you need them to save themselves against the salvation of someone else.
A man puts others before himself. A man does not speak evil behind of others. A man lies to himself nor to others. But above all a man does not lie to God truth is that this elevation in the depths of the mind clearer, many of which are forgotten. Remember it only in case of troubles, when it is too late to turn to Him
A man can offer to the world, for the sake of what is outside is the same right that gives clarity to what belongs to the inside.
A man is flesh and blood. And laying his eyes on what is lawful and beauty: the beauty is in the purity of the pleasure.
The beauty is in the balance, where everyone finds the privilege to be without shortcomings. The beauty is ethereal, and spirit, and imagination. The nice thing is freedom. Free is the man, not the animals enslaved to a master.
conscience is clear. The one thing that pricked the unjust.
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